In To The Dark

Just a notice to all the fans this adventure was stopped mid stream due to RL concerns and a move to another stat this will be kept up her As I draw information from it and utilize a reference. I am how ever ramping up a New campaign http://www.obsidianportal.com/campaign/the-beginning-place-holder/wikis/main-page

This will be a fourth edition campaign. Location is San Antonio TX you can leave a message here or send me a personal message if you are interested. I’m getting alot of the flavor done right now but will be able to run it as soon as I get players to run

We plann on having on sight games at my house (To be disclosed) every saturday with the exception of the first saturday due to date night wif the wife.

This begines the dungeon crawl of the second layer. No NPC was present during the dungeon crawl.

Sareth stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked back to make sure every one was ready. Faces in various states of grimness met her eyes. She wished there was another way for them to see, the mage light on her belt buckle would give away possition, but with so manny it was the easiest way. She looked down the hall, just in front of her she saw the bolt from last time, bit ahead of that was the pit… with somthing moving in it.

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Notice to all players there will be sever maininance ongoing. During this time I ask that you not TAG any of the NPCs or Pages. Due to the new ways this site uses tags some things have gotten screwy exspecialy in the NPC System. I will post a notice when I’m done and you are free to tag once again. This will not include the personal journals that I have promised not to alter in any way.

I will also be adding and updating characters, NPCS and a fare amount of content.

This is a paraphrased colapsed version of what happened, I apologize to those reading this and to my players for the brevity.

The party was held up by guards and healing their fallen comrade. They moved operations to the embassy. A few weeks later a second attack was made, Morgan and Cherry where targeted by poison. Morgan would have died if not for the menstrations of Cherry, which eventually got them arrested for public fornication. The charges where dropped after a brief explanation. One of the attackers was captured who handed over some strange gold coins. Several campaigns where made against Akesril, designed to make it uncomfortable for the queen to have continued relations with him. These plans bore little fruit.

Eventually the party made another foray into the secret chamber of Akesril, this time with light. They found a torture chamber, a strange message book, and a poisoners lab. This was in addition to the huge monsterous spider hiding in the corner. That night they alerted the local authorities, who raided the building. A man hunt was begun for the traitor. The queen was found dead when they went to alert her of the findings, gutted and battered from long term S&M activities. THe only recoverable evidence was a single spider hair. Akesril was never found, despite the lock down and recall caused by the queens death.

On the trip home Mesinplas was attacked by a shadowy figure. Before any one could react the figure jumped out and stabed Mesinplas through the neck. Both the attacker and the dagger disintigrated, but not before Mesinplas Identified him as Akesril. Mesinplas was not wounded except for a scar that formed instantly on the right side of his neck. When they Returned home the debrief and recovery time took a year. Mai-Khai and Sareth where already home. They where complete again and now they had another… Morgan.

The ebb and flow of the tide was almost calming, if not for the shiver of cold or grating of the metal prow through the thick ice. Skald had begun this journey shortly after getting his ship. Harrying the other vesseles periodically. It was this that kept him busy cutting nets, and targeting the fishing cranes with what few offensive spells he had. He wanted to wait for the next ship before the real work, besides his crew needed time to learn the ropes sort to speak. Yes the Thirsty Crow was a vessle that could go the mile, built ruggedly and made for long voyages. His idle thoughts were just enough so that he wasn’t distracted from the horizon, one week the new ship should be coming into veiw soon. As if beholden to his thoughts, the white billows of sail crept above the distant ice into the sky.

Darkness, not the dark of a cold place deep in the ground. Not even the dark of a room one shares with a lover. No, the maddening dark where one can feel the warmth of the sun, the bitter cold of the wind. The dark that one knows is just them as they pass sounds of people talking and commenting on some item that they might see. This was the dark of a world lost to her.

Two weeks at sea were more strenuous than they had originally thought. The loss of their comrades weighed heavily on them, depleting the reserves of energy that were needed for a voyage on turbulant seas. Their ship had pulled in early morning, the capital of the Emerald Isle looming up from the island setting.

She was sleeping, that much she was sure of, but her surroundings were so real that it was hard to keep that in mind. The grand hall she was in was ostentatious. All the statues were gilded and the chandeliers were what she could tell were blood rubies and star diamonds. The table itself was sable-wood with a chilling carved inlay highlighted with a ruby/garnet dust mix in order to give the appearance that the table was bleeding. Despight the light in the room, shadows and darkness lurked in the area. Its center piece was a gristly collage of a dragon’s head with other
heads impaled on the teeth and horns.

A dread worked through her when she saw this, but she felt compelled to look
closer. Sure enough it was the exact piece that she herself had put together years ago, in another nightmare. The second she made this realization prompted Corax’s persistent head to start some incomprehensible chattering.

Days had gone by, at least she thought so. It was so hard to tell in this crypt of a prison. Damn those Imperium scum, if only they hadn’t been so astute. Now she was stuck her in the cold dank confines of this hell, with not so much as a trickle of her mental powers to aid her. She had started to lose track of time already, periods of sleep and wakefulness ran together in a confused jumble. She didn’t know what was to happen, and that was the worst.